Picking Scabs
This is the story of the deathly march that my mind and body did every day, expecting it to get better but too afraid to open up because I couldn't forget how badly it went. The second time was worst than the first. I learned from this experience that relationships like that should be left where they belong, buried in dirt never to be seen again so that the people can heal. The video is projected onto an 82.6cm x 82.6cm window that I painted one side of glass blood-red, the frame white and the other side of the glass is cracked diagonally and you can see your reflection in it. This window hangs from the ceiling in a sound installation that has speakers aesthetically placed using my knowledge of physics for optimal sound.
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